everything and more

i am my own escape from my own mind
taking my own sweet time
to calculate the day in a straight line
straightening crooked spines
and spooked minds like yours and mine alike

i'm just a metaphor for my state of mind
leaving my soul behind, i climb
up the steps to your door,
like i've been here before
and knock with the rhythm of a clock
the same tick tock mocking, begging me to stop,
but i've never been one to listen
to reason or rhyming lines
i find solidarity in nothing but the passing of time
as i stand knocking, rapping knuckles
til i buckle under the weight
from the pressure to wait for an escape
it seems i made my exit too late...

or were it early, there's nothing for me
but the prospect of being
something greater i'm not seeing
so i wait at your door
with nothing more than before
except the promise of everything
and more

ignorance in a kiss

how can i ignore the fact
that everyone but me has sat
exactly where you're sitting now
a queen without a king or crown

from your thrown your past
is clearly out of reach
and on your own your last
night in town will be, at the very least,

a reason to forgive yourself
for every thing you've read
and made believe a better future
awaits you in your head

but when you decide to come back down
from your castle in the air,
just think of when you were happiest
and work backwards from there

questioning a backwards glance

if the question is "why?"
then the answer is:
i needed a reason to need a reason.
if the question is "where?"
the answer is:
the edge of the world.
"when?"
noon-ish.
the question: "how?"
the answer: whithout any effort at all.
and if the question is "who?"
and the answer isn't obviously "us,"
well then we a lot more questions to ask
and a lot more answers to find.

but to answer the original question:
yes.

waking up and realizing it’s still a dream

so you woke up from your dream?
what's that supposed to mean to me?
so i was a fling
in your most recent mem'ries.

and when you came up to me
and asked me "how can you sleep?
without me next to you?"
i responded: "i haven't slept in weeks."

so when will you truly wake up
and see enough is enough?
when you see all that i've become
that's when we'll finally figure
out.

i will become the one that overcomes

i will see it through
the doors to this place
have been sealed
and the wounds on my face
have all but healed,
but i will see this through

i will not be scene,
this seen is nothing new
i have been, but will not again,
the picture you painted
will not hold up to
the time it took to paint it

i wish i was down for you
to give up on me,
but in the truest form
our shadows torn
made giants by the setting sun
dancing in the halls,
these walls have much to learn

i will see through you,
will not be you,
but rather see you through
this.